Tuesday, August 31, 2010

What I'm thinking today...

Do you think about me masturbating? Watching my every move? Can you feel the sensual pleasure I feel as I caress my breasts... pinch my nipples... Using my hand down between my legs... stroking... rubbing... my body pushing and moving and trembling as I get closer and closer to orgasm...

Do you masturbate as you think of me? Timing your orgasm with mine? Waiting for me to cum... Wanting me to cum... My body tenses... shudders... convulses... I’m there... oh yes, I’m there… Urgently rubbing fingers... groaning with intense orgasm... crying out your name as I cum... it's all I can take... I am cumming frantically... I can imagine your warm spunk pouring again and again from your erect, throbbing, pulsating cock...

Is your orgasm as intense as mine?


This is not a normal post for me…Last night I got some bad news. My ex (my son’s father) was rushed to the hospital. He is very ill. They found large tumors growing in his body. Around his heart, stomach, pancreas, gull bladder, and one on his foot. He has been doing all sorts of tests and we are waiting to hear from all the specialists. It is really quite frustrating when no one will tell you what’s going on. He just heard from the orthopedic surgeon that they are going to remove the one on his foot some time today. It is a 6 hour surgery. The good news is (if you can call it good news) they will be able to tell what type of tumors are growing inside his body once they remove the one on his foot.

The ones he has growing inside are effecting his digestive system and his heart is now beating abnormally. So I am not sure what this holds for his immediate future. The hard part is…his 5 year old son. I took him to visit his father in the hospital last night and he didn’t want to leave. He keeps asking me why it is taking so long for the doctors to get him better. My heart just broke.

My 14 year old nephew just lost his mother to cancer a year ago. I remember how hard it was for him and still is. They were very close.

I hope this post didn’t bring anyone down today and I am working on my next erotic story for you all. So many of you have gotten to know me personally and I thought I should post on what is going on in my life right now.

Monday, August 30, 2010


This weekend in South Florida was raining and all around yucky. I didn’t do much…got some shopping done and cleaned the house. Kinda borded. Did any of you have a great sexual expirence? I did not so I need to live though you...Please tell

I was driving to work today when I saw a truck that said Swallowing Diagnostics. They will come to you if you have a swallowing disorder. I don’t know about you but I found that to sound very funny. Do any of your women out there have swallowing difficulties? LOL

I did think about the task I had done for Tom on Friday…It was a lot of fun and I think I will do it again in the weeks to come. Will any of you do the same and write about it on your blogs...this could be a lot of fun and drive each other crazy. Come on..What do you say?

Friday, August 27, 2010

Task Part 6

Time 2:31… Well fellow followers I had to end my quest. The clip started to create some intense sensations at were becoming quite uncomfortable.

I have never done a task like this before. It has been fun blogging about it all day. I want to thank Tom for the suggestion and hope that he enjoyed today’s adventure. I also want to thank all the comments and emails that I got today. I know that I am not the only one enjoying this today.

Have a wonderful weekend…

Task Part 5

Time 1:40… DV commented to me that Tom is evil for having me do this task… I have to agree. But I am having a blast.

There are moments when the clip gives me a little tingle. But just as fast as it happens I loose it. It is getting a bit uncomfortable for me. I’m not sure how long I can keep going. I have moved it 3 times now without much success of it feeling better.

Task Part 4

Time 12:24… I had to remove the clip from the left side. Ooooooh I had to rub it to get the circulation back to normal. Ever use a nipple clap and it hurts more when you take it off then when its on? Anyway, so now I’m sporting the clip on the right side. Ahhhh, feels much better.

Task Part 3

Time 11:22... I just figured out that if I sit up straight and rock my bottom I can get the wings of the clip to rub my pussy. Hmmmm, I'm liking that.

Task Part 2

Time 11:06... I had go down stairs to the mailboxes so I took the stairs instead of the elevator. Yeeeeek! Pinch! then it came off, and down my pant leg.

 Note to self: Do not take stairs when you have a clip attached to your pussy.

Well, back at my desk and just reattacted the clip.

Task Part 1

Alright, here we go… The time is 10:07 and its been just over 2 hours since I attached my task clip to my body. I placed it on the left side of my pussy. It’s a strange feeling, almost like a pinch with some scraping going on when I move. (Im not sure how to describe it)

The clip itself is quite small (see pic below) but I assure you that it seems much larger down there.

The strangest sensation I feel is when I walk. The pinching gets worse and I find myself walking with my legs spread apart just a little. Thank goodness I work behind a desk most of the day…

So as promised I will be reporting back throughout the day on how it’s going. If there is anything I am leaving out that you would like to know, please leave a comment and I will try to answer it.

Thursday, August 26, 2010

To Be...Or Not To Be

Punishment or pleasure…it that my choice? Am I the one really in control?

I want to bend over your desk, hold me down, tug at my panties all the way down to my ankles. If I start to struggle, you will spank me, punish me, teach me a lesson, and remind me what a naughty girl I am.

If I’m a good girl, if I don't struggle, You'll fuck me from behind, long, hard and deep, sliding your erect cock deep inside me, deep into my wet pussy, teasing me with your cock, thrusting deliciously inside me, taking me over the edge, making me cum over and over again, until I can't take any more…

If I’m a bad girl, I'll be punished. You will force me down onto my hands and knees in front of you, make me take your cock into my mouth, and watch me as I suck you, holding me by my hair, treating me roughly, using me for your own pleasure, until I feel you about to cum, and then you'll cum in my mouth, urgently, selfishly, not caring about my own pleasure, and once you have cum, You will leave me there on the floor, my body trembling, leaving me wanting more…

Punishment or pleasure… Is this really a choice I care to make? Does it make any difference to me how you treat me? I accept however you want to use me.

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Task Clip (Dragonfly)


I was talking with one of our fellow bloggers who feels I need some sexual release. So he (Tom) came up with an idea… He wants me to complete a task (that he has chosen) and then blog about it from beginning to end. I have got to say that this intrigued me so here is what I have agreed to do… I am to choose some sort of clip that will attach to my pussy in some way, and then wear it throughout the day. And as I do this I will blog about how it feels and how I am coping with it physically and mentally.

I will start this special project on Friday. Let me know if you have any new ideas or suggestions about this task or any other. I think this will be fun…

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Doggie Style

I love to be taken from behind. On the bed, naked, knelt on all fours. I’m intensely aroused, already wet for you, anticipating the sensation of your cock deep inside me, wanting it, hungry for it.

I place my head down on the bed, my ass raised, my thighs spread, wanting you, welcoming you, and I can feel the warm wetness of my pussy.

I want you to be inside me. I want your cock deep inside my pussy. I want you to fuck me hard.

You move closer to me, your hand sliding between my open thighs, you can feel my wetness… I gasp with pleasure, pushing back towards your fingers, inviting you, needing more, obscene wet sounds from my pussy as you slide your fingers over my clit, rubbing, and teasing... and I can't wait any longer, I need you to fuck me so badly... I feel the swollen head of your cock skidding against my clit, feeling you push, sliding into me…I begin to push back, your cock penetrating me, thrusting all the way into my pussy. I groan with pleasure, I’m so wet, my pussy squeezing around your thick cock as it slides in and out of me. My body trembling as I feel you fill me, pushing back harder, wanting you deeper, my juices drenching your cock as you thrust harder and harder…

I need to be fuck like this…I need to feel the animal inside you. Rough, strong, dominating sex…what more can I want??

Monday, August 23, 2010

I'm always curious about you, about what you look like when reading my blog, where you read it, whether you play with yourself, whether my words make you cum... I'm turned on by the idea of you being turned on by my writing - sounds complicated, but just as my erotica (hopefully) arouses you, your comments arouse me, very much. When I write, what often arouses me the most is thinking about you reading what I've written, wondering if it'll turn you on, wondering just what you look like as you cum... I like to think about that, with my dirty imagination...

Yes…once again I am left being completely horny. I want to do things, read things, experience things that will arouse my sexual being. Do any of you feel this way? Or do I need help?

Friday, August 20, 2010

Thank you

Thanks to all of you who stop by my blog or website. I want to make a confession to all of you about why I love to blog. I am sure for some of you, it’s the same reason but, I have not read your confession yet. So maybe this is where you can all come clean…

I love writing this blog for purely selfish reasons. It turns me on. No matter what I write weather it’s sexual, my thoughts or feelings, talking about my family, or even my discussing my Deadliest Catch show… The fact of the matter is, it fucking turns me on to know that you all read it. I swear by the end of the day I am ready to fulfill my sexual fantasies. (not that it happens very often )

I am often inspired by other blogs. I read several of them daily and love getting too know the people who write them. Not personally but through their writings. It is sometimes torture to be horny all day at work and not being able to do anything about it.

Does this happen too any of you? Do you have the same confession? Or am I that odd color in the crayon box?

TGIF everybody…have a great weekend.

Thursday, August 19, 2010

Punishment or Pleasure? Hmmmm

Did I tell you that you could touch yourself?

you know that you need my permission before you touch yourself
you're such a dirty little slut
take your fingers away from your clit
I'll tell you when you can touch yourself

you're going to submit to me
I'm going to use you
use you for my own pleasure
I'm going to take you
you're mine tonight
I'll do with you as I please

get up
get up off the bed
come over here
did I tell you that you could touch me?
dirty little slut
you clearly can't behave
turn around
put your hands behind your back
that's it
keep them there as I tie your wrists together
does that hurt?
then perhaps it'll teach you a lesson

move back closer to me
as I slide my hand into your hair
and take a handful
and pull your head back
you love that, don't you...?
you love it when I tug your hair...
like this...
I love the way you gasp...
with your head right back like this...

can you feel me pressed up behind you?
can you feel how erect I am?
you want it, don't you?
you want this cock inside you
tell me
tell me you want my cock inside you...

I am a slut. I'm your dirty fucking slut.

I want you inside of me now.

Hard and throbing.
I want you to fuck me.
I want to feel you hot and want to feel you pounding inside of me.

Punish me baby.
I started without you.
Fuck me now.

Please baby don't leave me here. Don't leave me here wanting you. Begging for it.
I want you to fuck me now. Pleeeaaaaseee

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

I Want You

I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck my pussy. Use me. Use me any way you want to. I'm yours.

You can see how turned on I am - look how wet I am for you. I want you. I want you to fuck me. Get between my thighs and fuck me hard. I want you to cum on me. Cum all over me.


You know I'll do anything you want me to do. I'll fuck you any way you please. I just want to feel your cock slide deep inside me. I need that so much.

 I need you to be inside me. Fuck me... please fuck me. Take me any way you want. Make me cum.
Do it to me now. I'm so fucking horny.

Come and fuck me.

Fuck me right now...

The First Day of School

It’s that time a year…School started back today. My daughter is entering the 7th grade. And my baby boy is now in Kindergarten. He just turned 5 about a month ago and I will tell you, that I can not believe it has been 5 years since his birth. They grow so fast.

Both of my kids attend private school and today I got to see my son in a dress shirt and a tie. What a trip he is… He was trying to hang himself with it…used it as a tissue…even rubbed the dogs nose with it. By the time he got to school there was a stain on his shirt and his clothes look like they never saw the iron last night.

I do want to wish his teacher the best of luck. She has 9 boys and 2 girls in the class. I know every child in there and this will be a challenging year for her, I’m sure.

So back to the school year…days start at 6:15AM, out the door by 7:35, fight traffic and to school by 8:00, then its pick up the kids at 3:15, dance class, t ball, homework, then hopefully to bed so mama can get some peace and quite until she has to do it all over again. LOL

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Your Hand Print

It's only been moments since I came for you, the orgasm ripped from my body with a savage intensity. My screams still echo in the room. My blood is liquid fire. The sharp slap of your hand on my ass is fresh in my memory: a sweet, hot pain, still burning. Delicious convulsions ripple through me, I’m barely conscious of anything but pleasure and pain, My every nerve ending tingling, my body on edge, trembling, shaking.

I’m yours, completely.

Monday, August 16, 2010

Is flirting cheating? If the person knows about your flirtatious side of you before you got together is it still cheating? Naa, I didn’t think so… LOL.

Friday, August 13, 2010


When you go on vacation what is it that you love the most? Is it the destination, the relaxation, the not so every day, or is it the company? I was thinking about this today. The last time I was on vacation with a man (baby included) was with my husband, 12 years ago. It seems I have never been able to spend time away with someone I care about.

I am reminded of this every time I take the kids to Disney or to the mountains or simply spending a weekend down in the Keys. So this is my goal for the next year (I am relying on all of you to make sure this happens) I want to find that special person who would love to spend at least a weekend with me in a nice hotel and enjoy each other doing whatever…I’m easy to please.

Ok…do I sound desperate? Yeah I do, but can you blame me? I think I am attractive, fun, and can hold a conversation so why not take me on a fun filled mini vacation. THAT’S ALL I’M ASKING!!!

Anyway, have a wonderful weekend and see you all on Monday…

Thursday, August 12, 2010

What a Day

Have you ever had a day where nothing seemed to go right? That you woke up on the wrong side of the bed…that is what is happening to me today. It started off with the dog peeing on the floor this morning, my son refusing to put on his shoes, and being overdrawn in my account.

So I get to work and the worst thing of all happens (ok I was not fired) but Sir is very upset with me for talking with a certain someone online. I can not say more then that but it is not good. I don’t know how many times I have said I was sorry.

So hear it is almost the end of the day and I am feeling horrible. I just want to go home and sleep it off and hope of a better tomorrow.

Good night

Wednesday, August 11, 2010


“You're late!” You look at the clock on the wall. “ You're late by 30 minutes. I know you're going to give me an excuse. I don't want to hear your excuses!” I see your standing at the stove, several pots and pans are out. I can smell the cooking aromas. You look at me dressed in my tight gray skirt and button down shirt. You look down at my legs and to my feet wearing my black stiletto heels… I am looking down at the floor. “You know you're late. And you know what else you've done. "Take off your clothes,” I immediately comply, My hands tremble a bit as they fumble with the buttons. “Good” My shirt hits the floor along with my skirt and underclothes… my shoes still on.

You undo your belt and lay it on the counter. You go back to finishing the dinner you have prepared. I am now standing before you, naked with my eyes cast down at the floor.
"Come here." you say. "Kneel down in front of me." I quickly rush to where you are standing. "I expected better from you. I expected your trust. I expected your faith in me. I expected your complete submission to me. I'm very disappointed." I can feel my face fill with panic. "Do you want me to be your Master? I'll still give you the choice if you want to leave. I'll release you if you want to go."

I look up at you with a stricken look in my face, "No Master, please, I'm sorry. I respect you, I trust you. I'll be good, I promise. Please." You turn from you without saying a word and go back to cooking your meal. “ I know you're upset. You should be.” You finish cooking and make a plate for yourself and walk to the table, belt in hand. My eyes are still down looking at the floor. You eat your meal, slowly, giving me time to think about what I have done. "Are you staying?" You ask. "Yes Master," I whisper. I can hear the anguish in my voice. You get up from the table and walk over to me. You look down at me and stroke my hair. "Get up," You say quietly. I stand slowly, stretching out your cramped muscles. You beckon me to follow you into the living room. "Sit," you command and I sit down on the couch. You stand in front of me, your legs apart, your hands on your hips. "Are you mine?" You ask. I nod. "You must be punished, slide off the couch, to your knees and turn around and bend over” You say. I groan softly and do as you ask.

Your hands touch my back, down my ass and make their way to the inside of my thighs. I hold my breath as you notice that I’m already wet. There is silence….SWISH! with the first swat of you belt. My eyes watering and I yelp. SWISH! SWISH! SWISH!....”oooowwww Please Sir stop” Crying out in pain.

“Would you like to leave?” you said calmly… I wait, thinking about the answer to that question. “No Sir, I am yours”

“Then you will take the rest of your punishment” SWISH! SWISH! I am shaking but trying to stay as still as possible… Then with all I have left I hold my breath and wait for it. What seems like forever minutes I can hear the belt through the air….SWISH!!! I scream out and crying.

You kneel down beside me and pick me up as you hold my trembling body up against yours. “You are my good girl, and I know you won’t disappoint me again”

“No Sir, I have learned my lesson”

Monday, August 9, 2010


What an emotional weekend… Lets start with Friday. I was so excited about going out with one of my girlfriends. She was going to meet Sir and I had hoped for a really great evening but at the last minute things didn’t work out. But that is ok…Sir came over and we made the best out of our time together.

I also must apologize to another one of my good friends. I wont mentioned what happen but I am truly sorry and hope we can work things out.

Sir, I know you are seeking answers as to my feelings about you. I want you to know that I am being 100% honest with you but sometimes I just don’t know what I am feeling.

Then out of the blue Master C starts texting me. Telling me he misses me and wants us to get back together. He wants me to forget all that is between us… I just can’t do that. As much as I want to believe him I can’t bring myself to do that right now. Not to mention I am seeing someone else who is quite patient with me when it comes to all these conflicting feelings. So Master C, please do not try to contact me anymore. I wish you the best of luck in your near future (you know what I am talking about) I will always care about you but I can not put myself in this situation again.

Ok… I know this was a crazy post. Thanks for putting up with it.

Thursday, August 5, 2010

My Hot Shower

The clothes lay scattered on the floor. The steam seeps out from behind the door and I tentatively place one hand inside. Deciding it's perfect, I step inside. The hot water hits my skin and I instantly relax. I stand for a moment and let the water hit my face. Running down over my shoulders, it swirls over my skin, gently pooling around my feet. Turning slowly, I let the heat permeate my body. My hair becomes quickly saturated and I let my hands smooth it down over my scalp. My eyes closed, my head back, I relax for a moment and think of you.

The water pulses over my skin and I feel your fingers there instead. The soft slow caress of your knowledgeable hands. Do you know the power you have over me? One touch from you and I melt. I can't help but let my hands move where yours should be. Water cascades down me, making my fingers glide easily over my body. It's your hands moving over me, your body I want so much. My fingers find the hard nipples piercing the spray of water. I gently brush over them, both hands moving together. My hands cup my breasts, my fingers close around my nipples. Swaying a bit, I massage them, heightening my already growing arousal. Pinching my nipples, I squeeze them hard feeling the familiar pulse between my thighs. I squeeze them again and again, my desire growing with each motion. My body heat is rising yet I want the water hotter.

Stopping for a minute, I reach down and turn up the warmth, hotter water rushes out and over me, the shower filled with steam. I return my hand to my breast, cupping it again, teasing myself. My other hand snakes down between my thighs. I watch as the water streams down my arm and over my fingers. The hot water now has access to my aching pussy. My clit pulses at the heat and I have no choice but to press my fingers tightly against it. I groan softly at the exquisite feeling. My fingers begin to move on their own, the familiar rhythmic movements I know so well.

You're in my mind now, I can see you so clearly. Your lips, your sexy body, your hot skin, your magical touch. I think about the times we've shared. Visions swirl through my head. My hands can't stop now. I need you.

There is a slow burn begin deep in my pussy. I moan, gasping for air as I bring myself there. I focus on you now, focusing on your fingers on me, focusing on your touch. Nothing else is here, just you and me.

I slow my motions, slow my breathing, slow as my body relaxes into the warm water. I smile and thank you for this morning’s O.

Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Storm Sex?

Have you ever wanted to make love during a storm? I don’t mean a little rain but a huge storm like a hurricane or when a tornado is near? I don’t know what it is about thunder and lightening and the sounds of the wind whistling…it is an incredible energy charged feeling of hornyness that over takes my body. In South Florida we are used to these kind of events but it never gets old for me.

A few years ago I went down to the beach as an approaching hurricane was coming ashore. It was breathtaking...the furry of the waves coming ashore and over the sea wall. The streets were starting to flood and yet all the bars were still open. LOL The dark skies above, the clouds spinning over head, lightning flashing. There was an eery silence except for the crashing of the waves.

It was dangerous, captivating, exciting, sexy, and so surreal. All your senses tell you to flee but your mind cant stop to admire mother nature.

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Phone Sex

Why am I so bad at phone sex? I have tried many times but I never know what to say. Why is that I can write about it and not talk about it? ok... here is what is in my head. It sounds so much better when I write it down.


Hi, what are you doing?

--Um, working

Are you busy?

--Sort-of, but I have a few minutes to talk

I was sitting here thinking about you

--Oh yeah?

I was thinking about your cock


I was thinking that I’d love to feel it inside me right now.
Would you like that? Sliding your cock into my dripping pussy?

--Ohhhh yes

I’ve been sitting here rubbing my pussy thinking how I’d like to lick you and suck you until your hot cock was ready for me.
Are you hard for me?


Take your hard cock out for me.
That’s it, feel me around you, feel how hot and wet my mouth is.
Do you like when I suck you?

--I love when you suck my cock.

Take it all the way in.

--Ohhh yes.

I’m licking my way down to your balls, I want to taste them, suck them. I want to devour your gorgeous cock. I want to suck your head.
God, my pussy is so wet.

--Put your fingers in, fuck yourself with them.

Oh yes

--Lick your fingers, taste yourself.

Is your cock ready? Do you want to fuck me?

--I want to fuck you hard.

Do it then, slam your cock into me.
That’s it, fuck me hard.
Fill up every inch of my pussy.
Make me cum.
Harder, I need to feel you deep.

--I am so close, I want to cum all over you.

My pussy is dripping, fuck me harder, grab my hips, pull me into you.

--I can’t hold back.

Do it, cum for me.


That’s what I like.

--You are so bad.

I know.
Have a good rest of the day and I’ll see you tonight.
I’ll be waiting…

Monday, August 2, 2010


Ok…today’s post is about me rambling. So forgive me if it doesn’t make much since. Last night I was talking with Sir. He was asking me all sorts of questions about how I felt about our current relationship. I found it really hard to answer him. I am not sure why except that it is hard for me to find words to express how I feel. I seem to be able to write about all sorts of subjects and I am very open and honest about what I am writing about but for some reason when it comes to actual talking I find it so hard at times.

I think I am afraid that what I say will be turned against me in some way. That I don’t have time to think before I speak like I do when I am writing. It is not the fault of Sir that I can not open up to him. And I hope he understands that it is not personal. As you all know I was head over heels for Master C for some time and when he emotionally hurt me I felt broken and still do in some ways.
I never once spoke about what happen with Master C on the blog. I did this because I didn’t want to disrespect him or sound like I was some out of control bitch. So I kept all my feelings bottled up and when Sir was asking me questions I just couldn’t bring myself to just spill it, about my feelings or what is simply going through my head.

Ok, I know this post doesn’t make much since but I spit it out and I feel somewhat better now. Thank you…